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"Kira..." Seth trailed off.
"You..." Milo helpfully added on.
"One moment you stood in front of me, and then your forehead lit up with a glowing blue crescent mark, and you disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing to my right," Jameson explained with suspicion in his eyes now.
"I think I just went incorporeal? I saw your souls and could touch them." I cocked my head at Jameson, "When I reached out to touch yours, I was assaulted with memories and the emotions of those moments."
"What the hell, Kira! Keep your fucking spiritual hands to yourself," He scowled at me, a brief flicker of fear flashed on his face before his usual cold, apathetic gaze replaced it.
I couldn’t help the words that came from me, even though I knew he wouldn’t want to hear it. "You might be able to hide from yourself, but you can't hide from me."
Chapter Thirteen
Jameson
“What the fuckdoes that even mean?” I scowled down at the obnoxiously beautiful temptation intent on turning my world upside down. My heart pounded so erratically that I wondered if I could very well be on my way to a heart attack.
The last thing I needed right now was for her to get it in her head that she could repair the damage between us. It was easier to deny her and hold onto my anger when she ignored me due to my shitty attitude towards her.
I needed to keep that distance between us.
She shook her head a bit dejectedly as she stared at the floor, clearly deep in thought now. We didn't have time to unpack what the hell had just happened with her and her new power. They were distracting me from why I came here in the first place.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and looked at the guys, "All of you need to get dressed now. I held off my dad for as long as I could, but he was severely pissed off last night when he came home to inquire if I knew where Kira had disappeared to."
A frustrated groan came from her mouth as Milo spoke up, "Why would you hold him off for her?"
I let my voice take on a tone of indifference, "Because I have no desire to hurt my wolf by throwing Kira to my father. I might not consider her my mate, but my wolf does."
Her eyes snapped to my face, searching for a clue to how that made me feel, I'm assuming, but I refused to show even an ounce of emotion.
Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly, I added, "Plus, it's tradition for the alpha to bless all new mates. I figured I can sever that tie today when I reject it and when the alpha refuses to acknowledge it."
I could feel the anger rolling off Milo in waves, making my wolf want to go on the defensive in case he attacked. Kira had him and Seth by the balls though, so I tucked my hands into my jeans and displayed a calm confidence.
It was just a bonus that my blatant dismissal of him riled Milo further.
"You're really going through with this?" Seth asked sorrowfully, and I struggled to think of ending our friendship along with this mate bond. He was all I had for family. My father was a cold man, and I’d never allowed myself to get close to anyone else, for fear of them dying like my mom had.
Seth had pestered me into our friendship, refusing to give up when I was a dick to him. Instead, he’d given it right back to me, and I’d eventually accepted that I was stuck with him.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded once, "Yes. Now go get dressed so we can appear before the pack and my father. They're gathering now."
Kira glanced up at Milo and Seth, requesting a moment alone with me. "It's fine. You guys go get dressed, and I'll be right there."
Seth acquiesced, but she had to give Milo a shove when he refused to budge, glaring daggers at me that I continued to ignore. "Go," she demanded, and I felt power packed into her tone, like the force of an alpha.
Interesting.
With her full attention on me now, I felt myself shifting from one foot to the other nervously. I was in rare shape this morning after coming out of my rage and seeing my mother’s artwork destroyed. The remorse from that made it difficult to hold onto the anger I typically harbored inside of me and fed a bit every day.
She surprised me with her first statement. "Look, I'm not going to force you to accept this bond right now. All I ask is that you give yourself time to work through your emotions before making such a final decision."
As I opened my mouth to form a rebuttal, she continued. "You need to know what I found out last night though, before I reveal it to the pack today. You just witnessed a part of what I can do, and as much as it pains me to say this, I will need you to back me with the pack so they don't outright dismiss me."
Her eyes pleaded with me to hear her out, so I waved her on, because she was right in her assertion. I couldn't deny that what I had just seen her do was unnatural to say the least. I was just relieved she didn't want to discuss the bond anymore.
"Have you ever heard of the Dark Prophecy?"
